Hunted By The Bratva Beast: A Bratva Stalker/Captive Romance, Jagger Cole [good books to read for 12 year olds .txt] 📗

“What if we wait until the bullet wound to your chest heals, at least a little bit?”

“A little bit,” I grunt. “That’s about my limit though.”

She giggles as she kisses me again. “Well, I’m not going anywhere. Besides, even if I did, you’d probably find me, wouldn’t you?”

“I would.”

“Good,” she says with heat in her voice. She sinks against me. Her lips crush to mine, and I groan as I kiss her back. My arms circle her, keeping her close—exactly where she should be.

My butterfly. My spark of color. My angel.

My one good thing—forever.

Epilogue

Nina

Six Months Later:

The water runs over my skin, and I close my eyes. I let my muscles relax, easing up after a long day, and then a punishing workout after. I drop my forehead to the wall as my hands soap my body. They pause when they slip across the scar on my rib. But it’s just one more part of my past now. One more scar that my fiancé loves to run his lips over tenderly.

It’s been six months since that night. My wounds are healed, and so are Kostya’s. Healed on the outside by care and doctors. Healed on the inside by each other.

The horrors of our past will never actually be erased or forgotten. But that’s okay. With each other, there’s a future, and that’s where I look now.

Viktor’s “you’ll have to earn my trust” speech to Kostya is also a thing of the distant past now. It wasn’t instant, but it didn’t take long for Kostya to “prove” himself to my brother. Having already saved me, several times over, was the bulk of it. But when Kostya found the right position within Viktor’s empire, it cemented it.

Aside from the Kashenko business itself, Viktor and Fiona run an organization that stops traffickers who target children around the world. Most of it is very above-board—a lot of money that goes to outreach and help. A lot of policy work with governments and police organizations.

But then, there’s the darker part of it. The secret shadow war that Viktor and the Bratva fight against those that would harm children. And it would seem that Kostya has a special talent for killing people who prey on children.

A very slow, drawn out, punishing talent.

He may be a new man. But he’s still “The Beast” to those who would harm the innocents of the world. Viktor’s seen that, and it’s made him and Kostya thick as thieves now.

Oh, and Kostya is also still very much “The Beast” somewhere else: our bed. I have zero complaints in that department.

The water streams over me, washing away the soap and the day. But suddenly, I hear a creak. I frown, tensing.

“Hello?”

The bathroom is filled with steam. I peer through the steamed-up glass door.

“Hello?”

I hear nothing. Slowly, I wipe away the condensation on the glass. And instantly, I gasp at the huge shape looming on the other side of it.

I jump back as the figure yanks the door open.

“Oh my God!” I gasp. I lunge, but the huge man is faster. Before I can get past him, he grabs me, making me tremble as he slams me back against the tiled wall. I whimper as he spins me, pressing my cheek to the warm tiles. I tremble, my body betraying me as I feel his rough hands all over me.

“Please…”

“There’s no getting away from me,” he snarls.

I whimper. And I’m wet—from much more than the shower. I feel a throb of pure lust, aching for what I know he wants to give me, any way he can.

I push back, but he’s so much stronger. He pins me to the wall, and I feel his rock-hard muscles surge against me. And then I feel it.

“Oh fuck!” I whimper. “Wait, please!”

“Not for anything, little one,” he rasps into my ear.

His hand slips between my legs, and I moan when his fingers strum my wet lips and rub my clit.

“Not when you’re this ready for me. Not when your greedy little pussy is so hungry for me,” he growls. “Is this what you wanted, greedy girl?”

He pushes the fat, swollen head of his cock against my lips. I tremble

“I—”

“Is this what you were craving? What you wanted to feel push…”

He slips the head inside, and my jaw drops.

“Oh fuck…”

“All alone here in the shower,” he grunts. “Naughty girl, leaving your front door open like that. Were you hoping for this? That I’d come in here and take what I want from you?”

I whimper.

“I didn’t hear you,” he groans.

“Yes!” I gasp.

His knee suddenly roughly spreads my legs. My toes curl against the tiled floor as I feel his cock push into me.

“Oh my fucking…”

He’s so big. He’s so insanely big that it almost feels like he’ll never fit. But he pushes, and my eyes roll back in pure pleasure as he sinks into me.

“Oh God…” I gasp.

“Fuck,” he snarls as he shoves his cock deep. He pushes it deeper and deeper, giving me every swollen inch of him. My tits press to the tiles. My body gives in to the pleasure.

He slides back out, but then immediately pounds into me, giving me exactly what I crave. I moan, my face burning as I do. His big hands grip me, pinning me to the wall as he fucks me hard and deep, like a fucking savage taking what he wants.

And I love it. I moan for him. I gasp and beg for more, mewling my pleasure into the steaming shower.

“Give me your cum, little one,” he rasps. “Give me that orgasm. Give it to me,” he snarls.

He rubs my clit as he thrust into me, hard. His abs slap my ass as I scream in pleasure. And then suddenly, I’m coming.

I scream, loudly, the pleasure falling from my lips. He groans, thrusting into me again and again. Until through my haze of orgasming, I feel his massive dick swell so huge inside of me.

He grunts, and I feel it.

“Oh my fucking God,” I whimper.

I feel his